[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah

[Chorus]
In the trap with a whole thing, still sellin' tenths to Jed (What up, Jed?)
The pharm' only pushin' out Wock', I really miss the red (I swear I miss the red)
I just sent a text to your ho, I really miss the head (Where you at?)
I should've went and got a gold presi', I bought a brick instead (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Pyrex kids, you know we came up playin' with the pots and pans (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
A n***a pulled a ho move, disappeared, you know we popped his mans (Fap, fap, fap)
On the block watchin' cameras while we serve, we tryna dodge the vans
N***a was a gangster 'til he told and went and took the stand (Lame-ass n***a)
I done been in deep wars, I ain't lost one yet (We ain't lost one yet)
We is not a frat team, but when it's time, we step (Step, step)
7 Mile what we rep (7 Mile), pull up in a TRX
Hop out icy like I'm Future, I'm just stuntin' on my ex (I'm just stuntin' on my ex)
Heard a rumor I was broke, had to put that shit to rest (What you say?)
Hundred racks in that Louis bag like Thug, I got a check (Gang)
I ain't get this off of rap, still take trips there and back (Yeah)
I'm the type set the studio up middle of the trap

[Chorus]
In the trap with a whole thing, still sellin' tenths to Jed (What up, Jed?)
The pharm' only pushin' out Wock', I really miss the red (I swear I miss the red)
I just sent a text to your ho, I really miss the head (Where you at?)
I should've went and got a gold presi', I bought a brick instead (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
I'm the type to get straight to the source, cut out the middle-man (Cut him off)
I hate a n***a fakin' like he got the bag and get it in (Lame-ass n***a)
I heard the opps outside, we treatin' they block like a ceiling fan (Frrrt)
Until we drop somebody, we gon' spin again and spin again (Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap)
Switchin' states every week, I'm chasin' all this money (Yeah)
N***as mad they in the hood broke as hell, bein' flunkies (Broke-ass n***a)
Me and my friends some rich junkies, we pour lean up and get money (Yeah)
Still got old fifties in the stash from my run in Kentucky (Shh)

[Chorus]
In the trap with a whole thing, still sellin' tenths to Jed (What up, Jed?)
The pharm' only pushin' out Wock', I really miss the red (I swear I miss the red)
I just sent a text to your ho, I really miss the head (Where you at?)
I should've went and got a gold presi', I bought a brick instead (Ooh)